Chapter 691 Death’s 0 Food

Konno asked: "Are wizards also so-called snacks and so-called livestock? I remember that wizards deliberately distinguish themselves from ordinary people."

"Perhaps wizards are just more advanced snacks?" Helga's expression was complicated, with a hint of helplessness in her tone.

"The God of Death gives wizards some abilities, making them stronger than Muggles and able to explore the world freely..."

"It sounds like they are herding livestock!" Kong Nuo frowned, "Those ordinary people are like white-feathered chickens raised in cages. They lack space to move and live a mediocre life."

"The wizards are free-range chickens raised in the mountains and forests. They seem to enjoy the green mountains and green waters. Those strong free-range chickens can even flap their wings and fly briefly like birds."

From this, there seems to be a reasonable explanation for those incredibly useful magics.

Disapparation, a magic that seems to be able to break through space, may just be a "flying" privilege granted to wizards by the God of Death in order to make it more delicious.

Kongnuo couldn't help but sigh, "The bottom line is...whether it is white-feathered chicken or free-range chicken, they will eventually become food on the table, and they may even have similar cooking methods."

Helga nodded, "Yes! You are absolutely right. There is not much difference between wizards and Muggles...but not many wizards will admit this."

Kong Nuo twisted his neck, looked at the still extremely deep sky, and said softly: "It's such a thing... If I don't kill the God of Death, I feel like I won't be able to sleep well."

"And I thought about many questions, such as...are the plagues recorded in this world the result of a deal with the God of Death?"

"It's not all the result of the deal with the God of Death." Helga shook her head, as if thinking about something, "The God of Death is very greedy, and wants more every time he harvests."

"The Antonine Plague in the mid-to-late second century AD was also related to the God of Death, and the executioner that time was still 'Despicable Herbo'."

"About four centuries later, 'Despicable Herbo' once again fulfilled Death's request for a meal, creating the 'Justinian Plague'."

"After executing the 'Justinian Plague', 'Despicable Herbo' also fell into madness because he killed too many wizards and Muggles."

Kong Nuo asked curiously: "Falling into madness? Wouldn't the Horcrux itself tear apart the soul and make it hard for people to use their brains? How can they go crazy again?"

Helga nodded, "Everyone has a limit. 'Despicable Herbo' needs to go deep into the center of the plague to extract souls for the God of Death."

"He has witnessed too many deaths. Death from the plague is no joke. The tragic death and the endless cry for help..."

"Even a dark wizard like 'Despicable Haierbo' would be greatly impacted if he spends his time with Manager Huang like this."

"What's more, the God of Death is greedy. He only paid for the knowledge about magic once, but let 'Despicable Haierbo' become his pastry chef..."

"I've had too many jobs, and I don't want to do it now." Kong Nuo nodded in understanding, "That's right! I'm just working for the God of Death, but I won't get paid anymore."

"This is really a loss! If it were me, when I lose my choice, I would directly fight the God of Death! Let him be the ziben family!"

"Well...that's probably what happened." Helga groaned, finally understanding what he was saying.

"Since the Plague of Justinian, 'Despicable Herbo' has never carried out the demands of Death again."

Kongnuo asked quickly: "So? Is 'Despicable Haierbo' being hunted by the God of Death?"

"No!" He suddenly realized something, "Why does the God of Death need an executor? Why does the God of Death want to eat but doesn't come out to find food by himself?"

"I can't answer your question." Helga shook her head, "About the memory of the God of Death, about what happened thousands of years ago... My memory can only be restored to this point."

"Memory recovery?" Konno's brows knitted together, "Indeed! Godric and Salazar have never told me many of the things you are talking about now."

"How should I describe it to you?" Helga pondered for a moment, "Because we are all locks...we need to put one link inside another, and unlock one lock before opening another."

"They don't know much because only in this way can the next lock get a chance to be opened. And I am the penultimate lock..."

"The last lock is Rowena Ravenclaw?" Konno thought of the four founders of Hogwarts, and now only Rowena is still in the fog.

"Yes!" Helga looked up at the sky, "The Resentment Worm is back again... As long as the God of Death is not eliminated, the Resentment Worm will come back again."

While Konno was talking with Helga, bits of power appeared again on the deep sky, and the outline of the God of Death became more and more obvious.

The God of Death reappeared, allowing Konno to confirm that in this so-called sealed place, the God of Death could not be killed.

In this case, he has no reason to stay.

"How should I take you away? Your condition should be different from mine, right?" Kong Nuo asked.

"That's right!" Helga responded, "I belong to the soul now. Are there any magic items on you? Can I temporarily attach to them?"

"Like a Horcrux?" Kong Nuo asked.

Helga nodded, "Yes, just like a Horcrux, it can be attached for a short period of time. This sealed place is very special."

"Then let me look for it..." Konno raised his hand and a large bundle of wands appeared in his hand, "Helga, do you have any special quirks?"

"Just like Voldemort, he likes to use precious items as Horcruxes. For example, your golden cup was made into a Horcrux by him."

"Uh..." Helga looked at the large bundle of wands in Konno's hand and suddenly felt her temples begin to hurt.

"Otherwise... please help me find a wand with an ash wood body and a unicorn tail hair core. This is the wand configuration I used to use."

"It's really a gentle wand." Kong Nuo was already familiar with these chopsticks (crossed out) wands, and he immediately pulled out a sleeve-length wand that was white with light brown.

Helga's eyes suddenly widened, and she noticed several slightly abrupt marks on the tip of the wand.

With her many years of cooking experience, she can basically determine that these marks are...teeth marks.

"Roar!"

The god of death in the sky roared again, so Helga did not hesitate and directly pointed her finger at the tip of the wand...